Many hearts may be revealed

Reading 1 1 TM 1and1-2, 12-14 Paul, an Apostle of Christ Jesus by command of God our saviorand of Christ Jesus our hope,to Timothy, my true child in faithandgrace, mercy, and peace from God the Fatherand Christ Jesus our Lord.I am grateful to him who has strengthened me, Christ Jesus our Lord,because he considered me trustworthyin appointing me to the ministry.I was once a blasphemer and a persecutor and an arrogant man,but I have been mercifully treatedbecause I acted out of ignorance in my unbelief.Indeed, the grace of our Lord has been abundant,along with the faith and love that are in Christ Jesus. Responsorial Psalm PS 16:1B-2A AND 5, 7-8, 11 R. (see 5) You are my inheritance, O Lord.Keep me, O God, for in you I take refugeI say to the LORD, My Lord are you. O LORD, my allotted portion and my cup,you it is who hold fast my lot.R. You are my inheritance, O Lord.I bless the LORD who counsels meeven in the night my heart exhorts me.I set the LORD ever before mewith him at my right hand I shall not be disturbed.R. You are my inheritance, O Lord.You will show me the path to life,fullness of joys in your presence,the delights at your right hand forever.R. You are my inheritance, O Lord. Sequence (Optional) — Stabat Mater At the cross her station keeping,Stood the mournful Mother weeping,Close to Jesus to the last.Through her heart, his sorrow sharing,All his bitter anguish bearing,Now at length the sword had passed.Oh, how sad and sore distressedWas that Mother highly blessedOf the sole begotten One!Christ above in torment hangs,She beneath beholds the pangsOf her dying, glorious Son.Is there one who would not weep,‘Whelmed in miseries so deep,Christ’s dear Mother to behold?Can the human heart refrainFrom partaking in her pain,In that mother’s pain untold?Bruised, derided, cursed, defiled,She beheld her tender Child,All with bloody scourges rent.For the sins of his own nationSaw him hang in desolationTill his spirit forth he sent.O sweet Mother! font of love,Touch my spirit from above,Make my heart with yours accord.Make me feel as you have feltMake my soul to glow and meltWith the love of Christ, my Lord.Holy Mother, pierce me through,In my heart each wound renewOf my Savior crucified.Let me share with you his pain,Who for all our sins was slain,Who for me in torments died.Let me mingle tears with you,Mourning him who mourned for me,All the days that I may live.By the cross with you to stay,There with you to weep and pray,Is all I ask of you to give.Virgin of all virgins blest!Listen to my fond requestandLet me share your grief divine.Let me to my latest breath,In my body bear the deathOf that dying Son of yours.Wounded with his every wound,Steep my soul till it has swoonedIn his very Blood away.Be to me, O Virgin, nigh,Lest in flames I burn and die,In his awful judgment day.Christ, when you shall call me hence,Be your Mother my defense,Be your cross my victory.While my body here decays,May my soul your goodness praise,Safe in heaven eternally.Amen. (Alleluia) Alleluia R. Alleluia, alleluia.Blessed are you, O Virgin Marywithout dying you won the martyr’s crownbeneath the Cross of the Lord.R. Alleluia, alleluia. Gospel JN 19:25-27 Standing by the cross of Jesus were his motherand his mother’s sister, Mary the wife of Clopas,and Mary Magdalene.When Jesus saw his mother and the disciple there whom he lovedhe said to his mother, Woman, behold, your son. Then he said to the disciple, Behold, your mother. And from that hour the disciple took her into his home. Or LK 2:33-35 Jesus’ father and mother were amazed at what was said about himand Simeon blessed them and said to Mary his mother, Behold, this child is destinedfor the fall and rise of many in Israel,and to be a sign that will be contradictedand you yourself a sword will pierceso that the thoughts of many hearts may be revealed.